moved
even if the catapulted scene splatters me to the wall
even if it summoned me only to baptize me in ashes
I still was moved
and I would rather be moved
than stay
moved
like mass which once starts in motion, can not be stopped
like a brushfire pushes everything living out
I moved
because I would rather see the resin melt, releasing seed
than to remain dormant
moved
and alone
in dead silence, white washed no more
moved
and undone
turning every tiny pebble to see what still lays in dust
moved
and baring all
so that love can enter those rooms, never viewed
I was moved, no regret
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